Yet another conversation I never knew I’d have

“Bee-elle’s poopoo looks like mustard,” as she’s observing the diaper change.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Ella’s poopoo doesn’t look like mustard” (her almost two yo cousin)
“Mm-hmm.”
“Ella’s poopoo doesn’t smell like mustard ee-der.”
startled, “what does Ella’s poopoo smell like?”
“Smells like my poopoo.”
I grin to myself.
“Stinky!”
I laugh out loud.

Good grief!